I's weasel my way into some corner of the room and watch whatever unfolded.. Yeah, I was the proverbial "fly on the wall. One night Stephanie came o...ut and before long I was watching "her" as she sucked off one of her friends. It was like a signal, everyone else just seemed to "let it all hang out." Steph had a friend named Gordon, he liked to "get naked" and sit on the edge of the couch. Someone would eventually crawl over to him and suck hi dick. I would sit on my knees in the corner and. I sat on the line silent, trying to keep from getting angry. I softly began to speak. My voice shaky..I remind him this is why I dislike this job. It's too unpredictable. The longer we chat, the more irritated I become. Finally he decides I've had enough, he lets out a giggle...then asks me " do you really miss me that much?". I say you have no idea how much I miss you!! He lets out a little ahhhh.... Then proceeds to tell me " I have a little surprise for you". I excitedly ask what? Hoping he. Men who get around her need quality sex - pin-up quality, NFL cheerleader quality, movie screen quality, thousand-dollar/night hooker quality, or lady of exceptional breeding quality. She does a great Southern Belle. "Suh, I do believe your impudent hand is resting on my nekid behind. Please move it, or I shall be forced to remove it."When I met Wendy, she was a thousand-dollar a night escort to support a life of pussy charity that took from rich whites with little dicks and gave to poor blacks. I closed my eyes and sucked on her clit, hearing her moan as I felt her throb in my mouth. I felt her soft fingers rubbing my clit again, causing me to moan and grind my hips. I could feel her large breasts on either side of me and I reached down and played with one of her nipples. She wiggled her hips in pleasure before I felt her soft wet tongue slide inside of me.My hips jolted and I sucked even harder as she rubbed my sensitive clit faster. She felt so good and I could feel myself getting.